I have about 200 poems in public in many different places, both online and in print, in several countries from the US and UK, to the Philippines and Malaysia. I often write on natural themes, but recently have been responding to odd prompts. I'm a semi-retired teacher in California.

from The Alfalfa Chronicles: in which we take an imaginary drive around the West to visit some small towns and rural areas. We have looked at roads, dying towns, people, the desert. We have ignored the land itself, vast spaces of dirt, hills, dust, peaks and sinks where rivers go to die. The West that killed men as they crossed over, scrabbling for survival.

Considering Mountains

the question is not why that mountainis ragged or dark as chocolate at noon

or even why there are dry crumblinggullies, but why any land exists here

not vast blue oceans filled with slashingichthyosaurs, or why dark and tan layers